Nocturnal Journal - G.B.H.

Lying on my back, staring up to the sky

Thunder black clouds, I hear a distant cry

Needle sharp start like diamonds on velvet

And the snail trail of a shooting comet

Everything I do — it all goes down, it all goes down

Everything I see — it all goes down, it all goes down.

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it all goes down in my nocturnal journal

Bats are flying high but, the owls don’t give a hoot

No birds singin', seems the whole world’s mute

The slightest noise, echoes through the streets

Slumber-lands bounce, to a tiny heartbeat

Walls of old houses, still creak after all this time

Explanations don’t contain no reason or rhyme

The moon stays awake with ease

Bangin' car doors are annoying me

The rain is coming down, started to lash

And I’m waiting for the glass to smash

Empty cans rattle just like skeleton shakes

To live by night is a chance I take

Seedy streetlamps spill, a pool of white light

Banshee screams of another cat fight